Dad chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, that's strange, isn't it? You've never been interested in attending balls before. Tell me, who is it this time? That same boy?”
I felt my cheeks heat up, and I quickly took a bite of my food to hide my embarrassment.
"Why would you assume it's because of a boy? I can decide to go if I please, you know…"
Dad's voice interrupted, filled with amusement.
"On your own? With no date? Don't give me that," he teased, raising an eyebrow.
I decided to stay quiet, focusing on my meal and avoiding eye contact. Taking another spoonful of food, I hoped the subject would change.
"So, is it that same boy?" Dad persisted, a playful glint in his eyes.
I sighed softly.
"I told you, Dad, we broke up…" I answered, my voice trailing off.
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